I am writing, good doctor, because I want to destroy the world. The pain that I feel, the lacerating wounds that I carry with me into the street, the price for being born into this fucking life. Writing is a better option than suicide because it’s a conscious act of revenge on the living by the living. These words capture time, fold it up, save it for later. These words wound time, right? Isn’t that what the poet said once? Alice was the propellant. She had escaped, stowed away, bargained, lied, ran, fought, and fucked her way out of the prison of her youth and arrived illegal and unannounced by stolen canoe on an island off the western coast of Canada. | image @nowherediary . . #anwriting #fiction #casino #photography